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I was watching the first seasons of arrow -again- and this came up, after that flawless fight between the Canary and the Huntress.
So we will all pretend they are alive, free, gorgeous as always and away from Starling City. Also we will pretend Sara became some kind of a contract killer (like Deadshot or Deathstroke) and Helena continues to hunt her father.
This is going to be a two shot, probably with a small epilogue so lastly you will pretend to love my story and follow it. Or you can truly do all that, from the depths of your heart and that will be awesome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow.

ENJOYYYY

THE HUNTRESS:

She was one of those people who really appreciated the scenery. Right now outside of the window she could see the bright sun and the magnificent endless dense forest. This time the view didn't make her feel better. Helena was disappointed with herself. The hunt of her father led her there. She felt deteriorated; She never allowed emotion to consume her but this time she failed. She looked around the room.
Helena was so disappointed with herself. Eight men laid dead on the floor. She was enraged; none of this rats cooperated to give her information on her father's location. So she killed them all and now blood stained the furniture and the beautiful carpet. So not her style.
She sighed sadly and left to continue on her hunt

THE CANARY:

The guy was good, she had to give him that. Her last mission lasted a good 38 hours but the one she was currently working was challenging. The big boss she has been searching had plenty of loyal servants and only few talked and mostly under her help. When she arrived in the dusty dungeon he had already left. Again. She was searching for evidence about his new location when one of the -few- conscious men tried to make his way to the door but he must have triggered the assassin's sensitive ear somehow. She grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground once more. She delivered a single punch to his throat to silence him. After her time in Starling City, Sara only killed when she had no choice. And her targets, of course. How else would the Canary's fame spread anyway?

FIRST ACT:

It was an awful location, seriously. A deteriorated small building in a dark alley, in some notorious town, away from unwanted attention -that was the good part. Not that she didn't enjoy audience once in a while. She was all about her fame proceeding her and stuff. Breaking in was easy. She was walking towards the window and truly hoped that bastard, her father was there. For her informer's sake and her own. After her last unacceptable outcome she softened her torture technique and tried to calm her nerves. Her anger wasted her time and looking through the window, into the room, Helena realized it.

There was another figure in the small office kicking ass -as Helena would formally put it. She wasn't even sure of the shadow's gender, until the dim light of the computers made some blonde locks stand out. Helena debated if she should jump into the action or if the woman was friend or foe, for that matter (if she could actually consider someone a friend). What she was sure of was that the acrobat was interfering with the Huntress' business.

Her antagonist grabbed some rat by his collar and barked the question Helena was supposed to ask that night. "Where is Frank Bertinelli? ". The man barely whispered a somewhat satisfying answer for both women. The blonde excited the office from the back door hiding into the darkness, leaving Helena with many questions and an odd feeling of amusement. She broke the window and looked at the unconscious men with disgust. The one who gave the information looked at her with as many hope someone could look another masked woman, and tried to say something.

Helena lifted her loaded crossbow and fired, just to be sure.

SECOND ACT:

She wasn't certain how she ended up being a contract killer. After her encounters with Team Arrow -Felicity's words, not hers- she decided to change her lifestyle. Well, as much as an ex League assassin could. She couldn't become some kind of a vigilante so she went for getting rid of scums who deserved it. The latest, Frank Bertinelli, was familiar to her from Starling and from the problems he had caused to Oliver. The archives in Felicity's computer had 'Fel-loves-arrow' as a password. It wasn't Sara's fault.

She was certain, however that this particular evening a fair amount of cash would be delivered to her account. She had arrived early in the manor Bertinelli would leave from. His trip to Seattle would be canceled; Sara would make sure of that. The garage was as big as her living room back in Starling and filled with expensive cars. Two guards were casually chatting, an easy target. She was hidden behind some bushes polishing her strategy in her mind. As she grabbed her staff a tall figure arrived.

She was brunette and beautifully dressed. She approached the guards, smiling and Sara identified the woman as Helena Bertinelli herself. The Canary guessed she was asking permission to visit her father. But both of them blocked her way, making big gestures towards the exit. She seemed to insist to stay, defying the men, when one of them pointed his gun at her and loaded the weapon. Sara couldn't allow that.

The blonde quickly took down one of the guards and disarmed him. Helena was astounded for a moment, then she kicked hard the other man deliberately in a specific body part and glared at Sara who spoke first.

"Good job. You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. When I'm done here I can sent you whenever you want, safely"
"Who are you?", Helena asked.
"I'm the Canary", Sara offered with a smile.

ANDDD CUT.
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